Inmate Dirty Love Letter Novels & Stories

The message arrived on my phone just after lunch, lighting up the screen with Julian’s name. Ivory Hotel. Room 5786. 7 p.m. Lizzy and I are waiting. My stomach fluttered. Three days had passed since that night at the pool house, and every time I closed my eyes I could still feel his cock stretching me open and Lizzy’s tongue circling my clit. I hadn’t expected another invitation so soon, but the thought of being summoned by my boss and his wife made my pussy clench around nothing.

How many times had I told that idiot, son of a bitch (sorry mama) to stop drinking and fighting at the same time, this was the third time this week that I had to bail him out of jail. “Can you once in your useless goddamn life do as you’re told! I swear the next time you get caught I’m not coming to help you and you can rot in jail with the rest of those old geezers.” “Awww come on brother, you know you secretly love me and would miss having me around if you ever did that, I’m the sunshine in your life.” I rolled my eyes at him, because I would never admit it out loud and even kill anyone who dared to say it, but regardless of everything, I did love my brother and my 2 sisters, Zahra and Ava

He struggled in the hard clutches of cops who wanted to strangle him. ‘What you thought—you will come back and play dirty and we will let you.’ He sneakers, ‘Here you make a mistake, my friend. Um, sorry, my ex-friend. Neil and I already knew about your dirty plan, so we were ready before hand only with our own payback.’ He smirked, seeing his face turn pale, as he scared him further with his words, Now you are finished." Live your life happily now, in jail. Saying so, he and his friends walked inside, leaving screaming Rahul behind in the clutches of cops. ‘Aryan, you can’t do this; I am your friend; you guys will pay for sure. I will not leave you.’

My hand trembled as I signed my name — Charis Woodrow— the ink drying on the page that sealed my fate for the next six months. He unlocked the cuffs and helped me stand on shaky legs, and handed me a silk robe. I put it on. But where was he getting all these stuff from? First it was the handcuffs and now, a robe. “Lesson one learned”, he said, satisfaction twinkling in his eyes. “Never blackmail a billionaire. Especially not one whose dungeon photos you stole”. I clutched the robe tighter, my body still humming and my mind spinning Six months. Live-in. Submission.

was clean, flawless. As for the content, it was short to the point of being a blatant cover-up, containing just one sentence. > *Don't come back. I am under house arrest. Negotiating.* --- I let out a cold laugh and pulled the crumpled, real letter from my inner jacket pocket, spreading it flat on the cold operating console, side-by-side with the fake one on the screen.

I just can’t go on one day more I cannot. So not only have I been sexually molested but got an S.T.D in the process and if you’re reading this letter I’m upstairs in the bath dead, please don’t blame yourself hun. I’m just a fuck up bitch, take care of yourself and pas the note to my family so that they can know the truth. Your love Logan Writing from the tub XOXOXO” I feel I’m finally through. So I’m sitting here with 10 different pills crying heavily

I’m never getting used to him doing that. I was doomed. I should have run when I had the chance. ***** Luke She was breathing hard next to me while I was looking up at the ceiling. I grazed her belly with the back of my hand. I was thinking of the few messages I had gotten earlier. I moved my hand up and landed on her breast. I was trying to distract my thoughts. The messages replayed in my head. Father: Answer your damn phone. Father: We are in the middle of a war and you are busy paying almost 30 thousand so you can have a prostitute in your bed?

He was prepared to do anything, no matter how dirty his hands would get. The envelope also held a risk assessment report of Henry Lane’s law firm and documents detailing the dirty dealings of Henry’s partners. Having seen the lengths Laurence would go to, Zoey dialed his number. Laurence picked up her call and said aloofly, “If those documents didn’t change your mind, I have other documents prepared. Would you like to see them?” Zoey’s face remained expressionless as she responded, “There’s no need for that.” She paused briefly before adding softly, “I’ve loved you before, Laurence.”

With trembling hands, i opened the letter. It read. Dear Lucy; By the time you are reading this letter, I am either in jail or you are snooping around my stuff. And I really hope that you are just snooping around my stuff. But incase it isn’t the case. Then I am really sorry for all the trouble. Loosing you and Anaya is my greatest nightmare and I have come to live it. I just want you to know that I love you and will always love you. I knew that maybe one day things might turn out ugly for us because of my past and maybe yours as well.

look. "Madam," Oryn said quietly. "What is it, Oryn? Did the clown try to steal the silverware?" "No, Madam. The mail came." He held out a hand. In his palm sat a single envelope. It wasn't the thick, cream-colored linen paper of their usual correspondence. It was cheap, thin, recycled paper. It was gray. It had a stamp in the corner: DEPARTMENT OF CORRECTIONS. INMATE MAIL. Vespera stared at it.